WORDS TO MY SOUL

WORDS TO MY SOUL
all day and all night
the fans up here
in my attic rooms
they rattle and whir
and thump
and churn the air around
in the morning it is cool
and I’m in my sleeping bag
and later in the day
the air is warm
but kept fresh
by recirculation
in the afternoons it is hot
and the sun barges in
through my open windows
and when I lie in bed
I push the sheet and sleeping bag
aside
and still I sweat
but then the night comes
oh, the night
and the air blows in
not hot or cold
not warm or cool
just night air
smelling faintly
of a distant skunk
and the death
of another summer day
I remain in bed wondering
how long, my dear?
how long can this go on?